Zoe needs a shower

In his post-orgasmic fog, Zoe had never looked better to Billy. But as he slowly came down, he couldn't help but noticed that she had casserole in her hair and smeared at various places on her body. The ruin of dinner on the floor just looked sad. There were better places to do this and Zoe could use some cleaning up first.

"Let's go upstairs, Zoe," he said. "I'm going to clean you up before I get you dirty again."

"Mmmmm!" Zoe nodded. "Anything you want, Billy. Anything you want. God, that was...God...you...you're a god!"

He pulled out of her with a wet slurp and got down off the table. She whimpered slightly, then rolled over stood on wobbly legs, leaning heavily on the table, her head clearly spinning. Billy grinned impishly, wrapped an arm around her waist, bent down and nibbled on her left nipple.

"Oh! Oh god, Billy!" she said, shivering.

He stopped and grinned at her again.

"Shower time, Sweet Tits," he said. "But I'm going to have to tittie fuck you at some point. Jugs like these are just begging for it."

Zoe giggled and nodded her agreement.

He helped her manage the stairs and soon she was in the shower, steam rising, hot water streaming down her mature, curvacious body, her hair almost black with the water and plastered and tendrils on her blissful face. Billy didn't know whether to get in with her or go get his camera.